I wanna cut. And I know my pattern...resist the urge for a few days then finally give in. I'm probably on my third day now, so it's only a matter of time.

Yesterday at my appointment was the first time I think in a long time I wore short sleeves, thing is, I don't cut my arms. It's just been a coincidence with the long-sleeve thing. Anyway, I finally wore short sleeves and the whole time I could tell my T was trying to look for something. I'd catch her glancing...so I kept my forearms down so she couldn't see. If she wants to know then she can %#@&#! ask. GOD. Don't be all secretive about it, lady.

Meh. Sorry, again...I don't mean to really worry anyone.